“Die!--Gleeson Hedge”
“I should've blown more stuff up." -Coach Gleeson Hedge”
“once there was a crow, it flew from the field to the hill, from hedge to hedge, and lived its life. then it died and rotted away. -what's the sense in it? there just ISN'T any!”
“Percy looked at Coach Hedge and Frank. “A trap?”“Probably,” Frank said. “She’s not mortal,” Hedge said, sniffing the air. “Probably some kind of goat-eating, demigod-destroying fiend from Tartarus.”“No doubt,” Percy agreed. “Awesome.” Hedge grinned. “Let’s go.”
“Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!”
“Griff's pretty neat on his own. Scottish hedge!”